The manager inserted the erect, hard object into me as I was leaning over the desk.

I'm a recent college graduate, a fresh graduate entering the workforce. Having attended all-girls schools from elementary to university, I felt quite uneasy working at this company. Luckily, I was assigned to a department where I can fully utilize my language skills, and most of the staff are women. There's also a manager who's not only handsome but also incredibly gentle; although he's 31 or 32, he's still unmarried.

Perhaps because I'm frequently stationed at overseas branches, one day, while preparing the end-of-month data, I discovered I'd made a huge mistake—I'd lost the company's data! Although I had three days to finish, I wasn't sure if I could piece it back together. I reluctantly reported it to the manager, expecting a furious outburst, but instead of scolding me, he gently comforted me.

"Don't worry, even the chairman makes these kinds of mistakes." In an instant, misfortune turned into fortune, and the manager actually worked overtime with me to help me redo the data. I thought to myself, "What if something happens because of this?" I excitedly started working overtime with the manager. But the rigid and serious manager wouldn't waste time on unnecessary things and buried himself in his work. [Oh no, he could finish all the work in one night!] I really admired the manager's serious work attitude, but I didn't have time to admire him. I finally got to the time when it was just the two of us reading, how could I let it slip away like this?

I rushed to the restroom, took off my bra, and went to the manager's seat. "Manager, I don't quite understand something here..." I pretended not to know and went to ask the manager for help. I bent over so that the manager could see my breasts. These 38-inch breasts were always my most prized possession. The manager kindly explained as usual, but I still pretended not to understand, moving closer to the manager step by step, creating opportunities for him to see my large breasts.

The manager inadvertently saw my breasts, and at that moment, I felt a chill run down his spine, but he didn't dare to look any further and avoided eye contact. So I had to take the initiative. "Manager, I'm so sorry to have made you work overtime for me. To express my apology, let me massage your shoulders," I slowly approached the manager.

The manager seemed genuinely tired, so he obediently said, "Thank you for your help," and let me massage his shoulders. As I massaged his shoulders, I pressed my breasts against his back; I could feel my nipples hardening, and the constant rubbing of my breasts against his back produced an indescribable pleasure. Just as the pleasure was reaching its peak, the manager said, "Thanks, that feels much better," and then went back to work.

[Am I really that unattractive to the manager?] I walked back to my seat dejectedly, but I thought to myself, generally, women are more interested in men they can't get, so I felt a renewed fighting spirit towards the manager. Around nine o'clock, the manager asked me, "Xiao Li, do you want to order some late-night snacks?" and told me to go buy some. "Midnight snack is here." After returning, we sat facing each other and began to enjoy our late-night snack.

Because the sofa was low, and our company uniforms were those mini-skirts, if you didn't keep your knees tightly closed when you sat down, everything under your skirt would be completely visible. So I deliberately spread my legs, intentionally tempting the manager. After all, the manager is a man too, and while I was enjoying my late-night snack, the manager kept stealing glances at my underwear. (Ah! The manager is looking.) At this point, I felt that the depths of my underwear were already wet.

I fantasized about the manager using his fingers and mouth, covered in late-night snacks, deep inside my skirt… But the manager quickly finished his snack, got up from the sofa, and was about to return to his seat. “This is the decisive moment!” “Ah~~ It’s hot!”

I deliberately knocked over my snack, which landed directly on my skirt and thighs. The manager immediately rushed to my side. “Are you alright?” I deliberately lifted my short skirt. “Ah~~ It’s hot, it’s so hot!”

My thighs, clad in stockings, were covered in the snack. The manager immediately knelt down in front of me and wiped my thighs with a handkerchief.

At this moment, the gentle manager said, “The stockings are stuck together. If you don’t tear them off quickly, you’ll get burned.” The manager immediately bit the stockings with his teeth and forcefully tore them off my thighs with his hands. A series of ripping sounds (Ah! It sounds like I'm being raped...) followed the tearing of the stockings to my underwear.

The manager was still trying to wipe himself with a handkerchief, but the pleasure he was experiencing was so intense that I couldn't help but say, "Manager... please tear off my underwear too." The manager looked confused and tried to stand up. "No, don't leave, or I'll scream! When the other departments come, I'll say you're raping me!" "What are you talking about? Don't joke around." "I... I'm not joking, I'm serious, I really will scream!" I grabbed the manager's hand and guided it to the tear in the stockings.

"If you do this... I won't be able to control myself," the manager said gently, looking at me. That earnest gaze was indescribably sexy, and then the manager's hand slowly caressed the crevice of my underwear. I was ecstatic, yet incredibly embarrassed by my bold and provocative behavior. "Okay! Let's stop here for today. It's not really appropriate to do this in the office," the manager said, lightly stroking my crotch and kissing

my cheek before turning to leave. But how could I let this opportunity slip by?

"No! Please, I'm already so wet!" I guided the manager's hand inside my underwear. Even if he thought I was promiscuous, it didn't matter, because I was now in a state where I couldn't bear not having sex with the manager. The manager's fingers directly touched my crotch.

And the manager's pants bulged noticeably in the front. "Manager, do you hate me?" "No, I like it, especially here, I like it even more." The manager couldn't resist either, and began to caress my already soaked petals, two fingers swirling and tangling in the pubic hair, emitting a soft, lewd sound—the sound of my wet, dripping love juice.

"Really?? What do you like about it? Tell me." "The pubic hair is thin, and the petals are pink, so cute."

"Is that all?? Tell me more?" "But..." The adorable manager, blushing like a boy, humbly used one finger to make a thrusting motion. "...Your labia are so beautiful, so soft, ah~!

Your vagina is so wet, one finger might not be enough!" I spread my labia open myself. "It's okay, you can use two or three fingers, feel free to rub and tease the depths of my vagina." The manager inserted two fingers into my vagina. "So good! Ah... ah... tease my clitoris too." "But, won't it hurt?" The manager kept thrusting in and out with two fingers, while gently flicking my clitoris with one hand. Each flick sent indescribable pleasure to my brain, leaving my mind blank. "Ah~~~ ah~~ I want... I want the manager's big cock to fuck me!" Suddenly, the phone rang, and both the manager and I were startled.

We glanced at each other, and after a few seconds I stood up from the sofa to answer the phone. "Hello? Is your manager there?" It was a man's voice. I thought it must be the general manager. Thinking about it, I handed the phone to the manager. Seeing that the manager was on the phone, I couldn't help but mischievously put my hand into the manager's pants and take out his penis. Wow! It's incredibly long! I estimate it's about 17 or 18 centimeters long and 4 or 5 centimeters in diameter! Because we were on the phone, the manager didn't stop me and continued talking.

I took his thick, large penis into my mouth. Probably because of the interruption on the phone, his penis was semi-erect. It swelled up immediately after entering my mouth. I gently and carefully licked and sucked it with my tongue, occasionally holding and stroking it, and sometimes lightly pressing on the two testicles. The phone call went on and on, but I didn't care! All

I wanted was for that rock-hard penis to be inside me. I lifted my skirt, exposing my buttocks, and pulled my panties down to my knees. I leaned over the manager's desk, my buttocks facing him, and gestured for him to forcefully insert his large penis into my vagina. But the manager just shook his head, indicating "no." But now I had the absolute advantage. I whispered in the manager's ear, "Can your boss hear us? I'll scream and fuck you!" As a result, while still on the phone, the manager inserted his hot penis into me from behind.

"Ah~~~ So good~~~" "Yes, General Manager, I know everything you said, I will definitely handle it, please don't worry." When the manager hung up the phone, he grabbed my waist with both hands and began to fuck me roughly like a devil, and then reached his hands from my waist to my butt crack, forcefully prying it open. "Ah~~~ No, it will tear!!" "Hmph!! If I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know who your boss is." The manager continued to fuck me like a devil, and inserted his left hand fingers into my anus, while using his penis and right hand to pound my clitoris and vagina.

"Ah~~ I'm sorry~~ Manager, please forgive me." With a groan, the manager pulled his penis out, white semen splattering on my neck, breasts, face, and some even landing on my lips. I unconsciously licked it off, then swallowed the remaining semen from his penis. From that night on, whenever the manager and I worked overtime, we would have wild sex in the company like beasts.

I'm a recent college graduate, a fresh graduate, and because I attended all-girls schools from elementary to university, working at this company really made me uneasy. Luckily, I was assigned to a department where I could fully utilize my language skills. This department was mostly staffed by women, and there was a manager who was not only handsome but also incredibly gentle. Although he was thirty-one or thirty-two years old, he was still unmarried.

Perhaps because I was frequently stationed at overseas branches, one day, while preparing the end-of-month data, I discovered I had made a huge mistake: I had lost the company's data. Although I had three days to finish, I wasn't sure if I could piece it back together. I had no choice but to report it to the manager. I expected him to be furious, but instead of scolding me, he gently comforted me.

"Don't worry, even the chairman makes these kinds of mistakes." In an instant, misfortune turned into fortune, and the manager actually worked overtime with me to help me redo the data. I thought to myself, "What if something happens because of this?" I excitedly started working overtime with the manager. But the rigid and serious manager wouldn't waste time on unnecessary things and buried himself in his work. [Oh no, he could finish all the work in one night!] I really admired the manager's serious work attitude, but I didn't have time to admire him. I finally got to the time when it was just the two of us reading, how could I let it slip away like this?

I rushed to the restroom, took off my bra, and went to the manager's seat. "Manager, I don't quite understand something here..." I pretended not to know and went to ask the manager for help. I bent over so that the manager could see my breasts. These 38-inch breasts were always my most prized possession. The manager kindly explained as usual, but I still pretended not to understand, moving closer to the manager step by step, creating opportunities for him to see my large breasts.

The manager inadvertently saw my breasts, and at that moment, I felt a chill run down his spine, but he didn't dare to look any further and avoided eye contact. So I had to take the initiative. "Manager, I'm so sorry to have made you work overtime for me. To express my apology, let me massage your shoulders," I slowly approached the manager.

The manager seemed genuinely tired, so he obediently said, "Thank you for your help," and let me massage his shoulders. As I massaged his shoulders, I pressed my breasts against his back; I could feel my nipples hardening, and the constant rubbing of my breasts against his back produced an indescribable pleasure. Just as the pleasure was reaching its peak, the manager said, "Thanks, that feels much better," and then went back to work.

[Am I really that unattractive to the manager?] I walked back to my seat dejectedly, but I thought to myself, generally, women are more interested in men they can't get, so I felt a renewed fighting spirit towards the manager. Around nine o'clock, the manager asked me, "Xiao Li, do you want to order some late-night snacks?" and told me to go buy some. "Midnight snack is here." After returning, we sat facing each other and began to enjoy our late-night snack.

Because the sofa was low, and our company uniforms were those mini-skirts, if you didn't keep your knees tightly closed when you sat down, everything under your skirt would be completely visible. So I deliberately spread my legs, intentionally tempting the manager. After all, the manager is a man too, and while I was enjoying my late-night snack, the manager kept stealing glances at my underwear. (Ah! The manager is looking.) At this point, I felt that the depths of my underwear were already wet.

I fantasized about the manager using his fingers and mouth, covered in late-night snacks, deep inside my skirt… But the manager quickly finished his snack, got up from the sofa, and was about to return to his seat. “This is the decisive moment!” “Ah~~ It’s hot!”

I deliberately knocked over my snack, which landed directly on my skirt and thighs. The manager immediately rushed to my side. “Are you alright?” I deliberately lifted my short skirt. “Ah~~ It’s hot, it’s so hot!”

My thighs, clad in stockings, were covered in the snack. The manager immediately knelt down in front of me and wiped my thighs with a handkerchief.

At this moment, the gentle manager said, “The stockings are stuck together. If you don’t tear them off quickly, you’ll get burned.” The manager immediately bit the stockings with his teeth and forcefully tore them off my thighs with his hands. A series of ripping sounds (Ah! It sounds like I'm being raped...) followed the tearing of the stockings to my underwear.

The manager was still trying to wipe himself with a handkerchief, but the pleasure he was experiencing was so intense that I couldn't help but say, "Manager... please tear off my underwear too." The manager looked confused and tried to stand up. "No, don't leave, or I'll scream! When the other departments come, I'll say you're raping me!" "What are you talking about? Don't joke around." "I... I'm not joking, I'm serious, I really will scream!" I grabbed the manager's hand and guided it to the tear in the stockings.

"If you do this... I won't be able to control myself," the manager said gently, looking at me. That earnest gaze was indescribably sexy, and then the manager's hand slowly caressed the crevice of my underwear. I was ecstatic, yet incredibly embarrassed by my bold and provocative behavior. "Okay! Let's stop here for today. It's not really appropriate to do this in the office," the manager said, lightly stroking my crotch and kissing

my cheek before turning to leave. But how could I let this opportunity slip by?

"No! Please, I'm already so wet!" I guided the manager's hand inside my underwear. Even if he thought I was promiscuous, it didn't matter, because I was now in a state where I couldn't bear not having sex with the manager. The manager's fingers directly touched my crotch.

And the manager's pants bulged noticeably in the front. "Manager, do you hate me?" "No, I like it, especially here, I like it even more." The manager couldn't resist either, and began to caress my already soaked petals, two fingers swirling and tangling in the pubic hair, emitting a soft, lewd sound—the sound of my wet, dripping love juice.

"Really?? What do you like about it? Tell me." "The pubic hair is thin, and the petals are pink, so cute."

"Is that all?? Tell me more?" "But..." The adorable manager, blushing like a boy, humbly used one finger to make a thrusting motion. "...Your labia are so beautiful, so soft, ah~!

Your vagina is so wet, one finger might not be enough!" I spread my labia open myself. "It's okay, you can use two or three fingers, feel free to rub and tease the depths of my vagina." The manager inserted two fingers into my vagina. "So good! Ah... ah... tease my clitoris too." "But, won't it hurt?" The manager kept thrusting in and out with two fingers, while gently flicking my clitoris with one hand. Each flick sent indescribable pleasure to my brain, leaving my mind blank. "Ah~~~ ah~~ I want... I want the manager's big cock to fuck me!" Suddenly, the phone rang, and both the manager and I were startled.

We glanced at each other, and after a few seconds, I stood up from the sofa to answer the phone. "Hello? Is your manager there?" It was a man's voice; I figured it must be the general manager. Thinking it over, I handed the phone to him. Seeing him on the phone, I couldn't resist mischievously slipping my hand into his pants and pulling out his penis. Wow! It was incredibly long! I estimated it to be about seventeen or eighteen centimeters long and four or five centimeters in diameter! Because he was on the phone, the manager didn't stop me and continued talking.

I took his large, thick penis into my mouth. Perhaps because of the interruption on the phone, his penis was semi-erect, and it immediately swelled up after entering my mouth. I gently and carefully licked and sucked it with my tongue, occasionally grasping and stroking it, sometimes lightly pressing the two testicles. The phone call went on for ages, but I didn't care!

I just wanted that rock-hard penis to be inserted into my deep hole as quickly as possible. I lifted my skirt, exposing my buttocks, and pulled my underwear down to my knees. I lay on the manager's desk, my buttocks facing him, gesturing for him to forcefully insert his large penis into my vagina. But the manager just shook his hand, indicating "no." But now I had the absolute advantage. I whispered in the manager's ear, "Can your boss hear me? I'll scream and fuck you!" While on the phone, the manager thrust his hot, hard penis into me from behind.

"Ahhhhhh, so good!" "Yes, General Manager, I know everything you said. I'll take care of it. Don't worry." As the manager hung up, he grabbed my waist with both hands and began to fuck me roughly, like a devil. He then reached down to my buttocks and forcefully spread them apart. "Ah~~~ No, it'll tear!!" "Hmph!! If I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know who's the boss." The manager continued to fuck me like a devil, inserting his left hand fingers into my anus, and using his penis and right hand to pound my clitoris and vagina.

"Ah~~ I'm sorry~~ Manager, please forgive me." "Ah," I moaned as the manager pulled his penis out, white semen splattering on my neck, breasts, face, and some even landing on my lips. I unconsciously licked it, then used my mouth to swallow all the semen remaining on his penis. From that night on, whenever the manager and I worked overtime, we would have wild sex in the company like beasts.

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